Ananta Yusuf

The Modern life brings in a dramatic change to city life. Potentially, it has a large impact on employment, and in many places advance technology has replaced clerical work and skilled services.

Modern technology has bulldozed over many age-long practices and professions. Fortunately, a few still survive to tell the tales of days gone by. Those who are nostalgic about the olden days can seek out these rare services and reminisce about a very different, fast disappearing culture.

Whatever we do in our mundane life, we usually do it for money. A few people dare to dream, can follow where the dreams lead.

Let's begin the story with a clichéd and somewhat banal question-- did Felani, a 15- year- old girl who was shot dead by the Indian

Rina Akther, a 16 year-old domestic worker begins her day at the break of dawn.

Before the advent of modernism in undivided South Asia, puthi was the only source of entertainment. Be it a feudal lord or a farmer,

AT the beginning of the industrial revolution, a farmer was also able to make shoes, and the women spent their days making handmade pottery and spinning yarn or cloth.

After a three-month-long countrywide shutdown, the situation has considerably improved in the last few weeks.

A sewing machine and a dozen colorful threads still give hope and strength to labour leader Aminul Islam's family, to survive.

South Asia has a long drawn history of rain water harvesting.

Amra achi polapan, Gazi ache nigahman Shire Ganga dariya Panch Pir, Badr Badr Badr

Ivy Hasan, an entrepreneur and artist, has gone out of her way to fulfill her promise of upholding the character of our culture and nation.

What would people do if their language disappeared into oblivion? What would happen to a culture when its language is extinct? These questions might pop up in one's mind when s/he learned that Achik, the oral language of the Garos, is on the verge of extinction.

I am an accidental journalist, the one who sort of stumbled into the world of writing. I had a different dream as a kid.

A teacher of a small village was so overwhelmed by the atrocities of the landowners or zamindars of colonial India that he decided to write something in protest.

Following a dilapidated corridor, we reach a wooden door, and enter into a dark room. The light flickers for a bit when it is turned on before illuminating the tiny room with its brightness. A huge collection of film cans ranging from the earliest preserved films to the latest day films emerge in front of us.